All human minds, as they move about over the face of the earth, are in touch with a dark reservoir of our race's psychic garbage.

we are all prisoners of our thoughts.

We're all mad, the whole damned race. We're wrapped in illusions, delusions, confusions about the penetrability of partitions, we're all mad and in solitary confinement.

everyone is living in their own self-created illusion,

We have sealed ourselves away behind our money, growing inward, generating a seamless universe of self.

We've all become god's madmen, all of us.

All that we are is the result of what we have thought.

Almost all civilized peoples have been brought up to think of themselves as ghosts in machines,

We humans are confined to our brane.

All that we are is the result
of what we have thought.

We're all in this together – by ourselves.

We live at home, quiet, confined, and our feelings prey upon us.

We are all egocentric, and what is realest to each of us, in the end, is ourself.

We are the facilitators of our own creative evolution.